[Strange? Where have those iron gadgets containing humans gone? 】
The Floating Wing King Hedhela used the sixteen eyes on its back to observe the situation on the upper sea surface. From its perspective, there were shadows above its head that were similar in shape to the previous human ship.
Matisse's tactic of driving into the ice floes was correct. Most of the ocean monsters could not clearly distinguish between human ships and ice floes. This was because there was thick cold air on the ice floes, which in the eyes of the monsters
It is also something similar to the aura of living beings, especially now that the elements of heaven and earth are in chaos, it is even more difficult to identify.
In addition, there are many icebergs similar to the size of the Magana in this ice pack. After the Magana sailed into the ice pack, the floating wing king Hedhela was attracted by the icebergs that looked very similar to the ship in its eyes.
The iceberg made it dizzy. After the Magana sailed into the depths of the ice floes in a zigzag manner, it gave up tracking the target and began to swim in other directions.
Boom!!
However, the sky thunder also fell at this time. Although the sky thunder was mainly directed towards Hedhel, the Magana also suffered part of the lightning strike because the distance was not yet wide.
Of course, this is just a drop in the bucket compared to the lightning strike that will hit the head of the Floating Wing King Hedhela. If the Magana really eats all the lightning strikes, this advanced magic icebreaker will turn into a pile of debris.
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Therefore, Matisse's choice successfully saved the lives of everyone on the ship.
Hedhela, who was being bombarded by thunder, was not so lucky. The terrifying thunder penetrated its skin and flesh, and its subcutaneous fat, which was more than ten meters thick, was still burned to varying degrees. The skin on its head was hit by the bombardment.
The ground was burnt by the thunder and was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and the severely damaged parts exuded the aroma of barbecue.
Uh! Lu...lu!
Hedhela made a strange and loud sound in its throat, which was because it was moaning.
As a marine creature, Hedhela, the Floating Wing King, does not have a gill structure. However, its own innate magic power allows it to breathe in the water, but to maintain its huge body requires not only oxygen, but also a large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth can be dissolved in water, but this sea area has been visited by other "old guys" before, resulting in a lack of spiritual energy in the sea water.
This means that Hedhela cannot obtain sufficient spiritual energy in the sea water. It needs to go to the sea surface to absorb spiritual energy. After it replenishes its spiritual energy on the sea surface for about half an hour, it can swim in the deep sea for two weeks.
However, just as Hedhela, who had exhausted the spiritual energy of this sea area, was about to surface for air, a sense of crisis that made her whole body tremble enveloped her.
A major event such as overcoming a tribulation requires a lot of preparation. If you are not careful, everything will be destroyed.
The Floating Wing King Hedhela, who had been trapped in the Giant Kingdom for more than 7,000 years, was still immersed in the joy of returning to freedom. He never thought that he would encounter a natural disaster not long after he came out.
Diving down now is not a way to avoid disaster. Hedhela knows that Heavenly Tribulation will not give up just because it escapes to the deep sea. If it does not eat up this Heavenly Tribulation, Heavenly Tribulation will change into other forms to get it.
's life.
As the overlord of the deep sea who has survived for more than 20,000 years, the Floating Wing King Hedhela is aware of the existence of heavenly tribulation. It has personally seen the strong men of its clan die in the heavenly tribulation.
Moreover, it learned from the inherited memories left by the clan that although the thunder catastrophe was huge, it was not the most terrifying disaster.
The most terrifying disaster is the "fate disaster". Death is destined and cannot be avoided by any means.
It is possible to resist the four tribulations of water, fire, thunder, and swords by relying on your own cultivation, but there is no way to break the "death tribulation".
Moreover, judging from Hedheila's knowledge, there are no regular patterns in the types of disasters encountered by all tribulation seekers. Hedhela is not willing to gamble on her next disaster. If she encounters a "life disaster",
It really has nowhere to escape.
Therefore, Hedhela did not escape after sensing the impending disaster. It knew that only by withstanding this burst of thunder could it have a peaceful life.
Originally Hedhela wanted to take advantage of the human ship, but she didn't expect that the humans on the ship actually found a way to make it lose it, so the former overlord of the deep sea had to bear the thunder.
Boom!!
Another blue lightning as thick as a pillar struck at the giant beast in the sea with a loud noise, followed by dozens of lightning bolts of different sizes. This power was already greater than that of the first strike.
several times.
"Roar!! Roar!!!"
Unwilling to sit still and die, Hedhela roared and swam forward vigorously. The water stirred by this giant beast formed huge waves one after another. The strong waves smashed the surrounding icebergs into pieces, and countless ice floes
Rushing around randomly, the icebreaker Magana was right in the middle of these ice floes, floating back and forth in the waves like a piece of weak duckweed.
These tiny human beings are like ants sandwiched between heaven and earth and the giant beasts of the ancient world. As long as the two have a little more power, it is enough to smash them to pieces.
The crew of the Magana had suffered a lightning strike and temporarily lost the ability to move. Without anyone operating, the surrounding ice floes kept hitting the hull, and even the strongest materials were knocked out one after another.
of depression.
After a while, the Magana was riddled with holes. The crew on the deck were awakened by the ice water splashing on their faces. However, they were unable to move, and the hull was shaking left and right. Dozens of people were floating on the sea around it.
Huge waves ten feet high.
"Grab, grip the rope!"
Thanks to the words of the old sailor, the other crew members recovered from the shock of the scene before them. They all grabbed the net rope around them with almost unconscious hands, so that they were not thrown out of the ship by the bumpy ship.
"Uh-huh!"
However, the old sailor was not so lucky. After being struck by lightning, the old and frail old man was still in a state of paralysis. He was not able to recover as quickly as those young sailors. During a violent shaking, his hand holding the rope was
The hands finally loosened up.
"Demo!!"
The crew members shouted helplessly, but they had no choice but to watch their seniors being swept into the waves.
"pay close attention!"
The usually verbose first mate Crohn spoke very concisely this time. He lay in the cabin and threw a knotted hemp rope at the old sailor. The old Demo, who was about to lose his strength, immediately grabbed the hemp rope with his backhand.
And he put his paralyzed right hand in the knot to avoid being buried in the belly of the fish.
"Hmm? This...is really bad."
Matisse, who slowly woke up, covered the bleeding wound on his head with one hand and grabbed the main console of the control room with the other hand. When he looked at the situation outside, he felt gloomy, but he still shouted into the microphone:
"Everyone who can move! Run to the cabin! Everyone who has some strength! Come to the cabin door to pick up the brothers on the deck!"
The crew members who regained their mobility in the cabin quickly followed Matisse's instructions and went to the cabin door for rescue. With the concerted efforts of the crew members, the dangerous situation on the deck was resolved.
But Mattis has no intention of relaxing at all. He knows that the biggest problem now has not been solved.
Although they successfully got rid of the monster, the ship stuck in the waves could sink at any time, and the experienced captain did not think of any suitable solution.
"Alas...why bother? It's cause and effect."
The rustling cold wind blowing from the ice field held up the long pendant behind the man. The blue-robed priest stood upright on the tip of an iceberg like a cold and arrogant statue.
Everything that happened here was caught in his eyes, and the scene that seemed to destroy the world in front of him still did not stir up the slightest wave in his eyes, as if he had seen it thousands of times, which was no less powerful than this scene.
generally.
"If you continue to stay in the outside world where you avoid the way of heaven, you can live for thousands of years, but in the outside world, you can only live for more than ten years at most."
This man stood in the wind with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself in the distance. Suddenly he sighed and said: "Why is this necessary? Just to pursue your so-called era? So-called freedom? So-called dignity?"
"Life! Life! Life depends on life!"
He looked up at the end of the sea, as if he was talking to the giant beast that was struggling desperately in the thunder, but it didn't seem to be the case.
"That's all, since this is your choice, then I will act in accordance with the rules established back then."
"There is no need for resentment. There is no room for you in this world."
"Go, go where you want to go. If you are satisfied there, then go..."
"Now that things have come to this, I don't think you will regret it, and I have never regretted it."
"That's it! No need to say more!"
The blue-robed priest kept mumbling to himself in the distance, as if someone was really talking to him, but no one could see who he was talking to.
This time the blue-robed priest turned his attention to the ship that was in danger in the waves. This time he said happily:
"You have already tried your best. In this case, your lives should not be cut off."
After that, he took off the white glove on his right hand. Although the hand that finally saw the light looked like a human hand, it was as white as if it were made of the finest white jade. Even the nobles who often wash their hands with milk in the boudoir
The girl has never heard of anyone with such white and flawless hands.
Each finger on this hand is covered with a ring. These rings are not inlaid with jewelry and have different colors and styles. They should not be made of the same material.
The blue-robed priest took off the white ring on his little finger, then closed his eyes, and a strange wave spread out from his body.
This magical and peaceful energy fluctuation is not even as powerful as the weakest among the millions of thunders in the sky, but the power contained in it is no less than any of the thousands of thunders.
The giant beast is still fighting against the sky thunder. It has great magical powers and can call the wind and rain, and the sky thunder also has thousands of ways that seem endless. The fierce battle between this terrifying monster that is unwilling to be destroyed and the sky thunder has turned the sea area upside down.
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And this is a disaster for the affected Magana and its crew.
Boom! Boom!
After the Magana was struck by ice floes many times, the gravity chamber used to balance the hull was destroyed. At this time, another large wave hit, and the entire ship tilted severely.
"It's over! It's over! It's all over!"
Now Matisse really had no choice. No matter how he turned the rudder, the Magana was still falling towards the ocean.
After Matisse turned the rudder sharply in a circle, he let go. The crew members next to him looked at him in astonishment.
He was not a person who gave up easily, but the old captain knew that the harsh situation at hand had exceeded the limit of what the ship could bear, and no matter how hard the crew tried, the final defeat was irreversible.
Boom!!
Just when the Magana was about to capsize and sink, an inexplicable huge wave suddenly pushed it from the side and the ship returned to its original position.
"this??"
Matisse held the front desk and looked at the surrounding sea with great surprise as it gradually calmed down. It was clear that there were still rough waves dozens of meters away, but it was calm here on the Magana.
The crew outside cheered:
"It's a typhoon! It's a typhoon! We are in the eye of the storm! Haha! We are saved!"
The typhoon itself is a meteorological disaster with terrible destructive power. However, only the middle and outer parts are destructive. The eye of the storm in the center is calm. At this time, the Magana is in the eye of the storm, and the surrounding
The waves were forcibly calmed down by the storm in the outer circle, giving the precarious icebreaker a chance to breathe.
"How could this be possible..."
Mattis muttered, he did not believe this was a typhoon. He knew very well that typhoons did not exist in the cold North Sea, not to mention that compared to a real typhoon, the scale was not necessarily too small. It was as if he was deliberately protecting the ship.
Just like the ships, the nearby waters are still extremely dangerous.
This sudden abnormal celestial phenomenon is extremely abnormal just like the thundercloud before.
Is it really the protection of gods?
Apart from this explanation, Matisse could think of no answer.
In short, they were saved.
Apart from praising Poseidon in his heart, Matisse currently has no way to repay him.
Taking advantage of the shelter of the storm, Mattis quickly directed the crew to allow the Magana to sail normally.
When the Magana almost entered the safe sea, the storm that protected them dissipated, and the shocking huge waves and terrifying thunderclouds behind them disappeared, as if everything they had experienced before was just an illusion.
A crew member in the control room sighed: "It's really scary. I don't think I will leave port again in five years."
The crew member next to him patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Haha! If you, a big-spending old gambler, don't leave the port, you will be so poor that you sell your daughter!"
"You're the one selling your daughter! This time it's so evil! I don't want to come to this kind of place again."
"Okay! Everyone go back to their posts! Everyone! Check the damage to the ship and count the casualties! We will find a place to dock and make repairs later."
"yes!"
After giving the order, Matisse took a step back and gave up the position of the helmsman. The cut on his head was still bleeding. Matisse, who was a little exhausted, walked towards the infirmary in the cabin step by step.
The nearby crew members wanted to come over to help, but he pushed his hands and refused. After all, the old captain had his own stubbornness.
The Magana sailed smoothly on the sea, and Matisse walked in the corridor inside the cabin, subconsciously looking through the window next to the direction in which the giant beast was going.
No matter how he looked, the sea area was still calm and calm, as if nothing had happened.
Matisse watched for a while but didn't see any clues. When he was about to turn around and continue walking, there seemed to be a cold white star flashing in the sky at the end of the sea. When he turned his head suddenly, he didn't look there.
to what.
Matisse didn't pay much attention. The dizziness caused by the blood loss in his head made Matisse feel that many things in front of him were like stars, so he just thought it was his illusion.
However, this was not his illusion.
The "white star" that flashed across the sky was chasing the giant beast in the direction it was escaping.
The true form of this "white star" is a woman, a woman wearing a magic veil and holding a staff.
Floating Wing King Hedhela would not have imagined that its disaster is not over yet.